The coaching career started as a college team coach

Training ground, stadium, home.

Yang Qi's life is now extremely monotonous. Hannover itself is not a first-tier city, and Yang Qi's rental house is not in Hannover, but in a small town near Hannover.

But Yang Qi does not feel lonely, because he has his goals.

He will never forget what kind of ideological struggle he had on the night when he confessed to Wei Le that he wanted to go abroad. After seeing Wei Le's team even won the League Cup trophy, Yang Qi's motivation to continue playing football became stronger.

There are too few young players in China who are playing outside. When Yang Qi came out, he realized that his experience of playing football for several years was just a frog in the well. It was a pity that he was still complacent, thinking that China's youth training was so powerful.

When he really came to Germany, which is famous for its perfect youth training system, everything was different.

From the medical equipment that he had never seen before during the physical examination, to the training methods proposed by the head coach and the coaching team, which were also almost unseen. While China's football youth training is still emphasizing the essentials of technical movements, young people of the same age in German football are already thinking about how the game should be played and how football will develop.

Yang Qi feels that if his former teammates come to Germany and receive the same training, they may not be able to accept it or find it difficult to persist. Their abilities will not allow them to stay here.

But fortunately, during the year of suspension, Yang Qi did not abandon his football skills. He still required himself according to the standards of a professional player, did not get addicted to smoking and drinking, and had a very regular daily routine.

This did not reduce his football level a lot.

Coming to Germany, he was able to stand out from many peers and become the darling of the coach and the team.

Everything happened quickly, just like the changes brought about by Wei Le after he came to Wolves. Sometimes, Yang Qi felt unreal, because it took less than three or four months from the time he boarded the plane to Germany to the time he got used to the feeling of starting.

The integration problem that coach Li Jianjun once worried about did not seem to be a problem at all for Yang Qi.

Yang Qi has become more cheerful. Perhaps the surrounding environment has influenced him, or perhaps he has made changes on purpose. He loves to laugh, is happy to chat with anyone, is humorous, and is welcomed by even competitors in the same position.

The "dumb" phenomenon that often occurs in foreign countries among young Chinese players was actively avoided by Yang Qi with Wei Le's reminder.

"You have to pass the ball to me more in the second half. I will score one more goal, and you can also get more assists. I am thinking about you!"

"You really don't look like a Chinese." Demir looked at Yang Qi who was laughing cheerfully and shook his head. Yang Qi smiled and shook his head, but said nothing.

As they were talking and laughing, head coach Mike Batten came in, and everyone quieted down.

"The performance in the first half was very good. Yang Qi's goal was perfect, and so was yours, Demir. Very good." Mike Batten spoke very fast, and Yang Qi couldn't keep up, but he could probably understand that he was praising himself.

"There was a goal lost in the first half, scored by the opponent's forward Alp. This is not a problem with our defense, but in the second half, the central defender must stay in front of him and don't let him get the ball easily."

"Yang." Mike Batten looked at Yang Qi, and Yang Qi nodded in response, indicating that he was listening. "In the second half, cooperate more with Demir, and get in from the ribs when there is a chance. Don't fight hard with the opponent's central defender, use your speed advantage."

Mike Batten added hand movements and made a cutting motion, indicating Yang Qi to get in from the ribs.

"Do you understand what I mean?"

"I understand!"

"Okay." Mike Batten nodded, "There are still a few minutes, let's adjust it. This is our focus battle. If we beat them, we will occupy a place in the playoffs, and next year we will have the opportunity to play in the third division!"

The word "third division" really made the players excited, and they were ready to go on the field to beat their opponents!

Yang Qi saw that Mike Batten had finished speaking, so he put on the headphones again. On the other end of the headphones, there was a signal from England. The guest commentator made the final summary in English.

"... Wei's team has now come out of the haze. How will the second half of the game develop? We will see later."

Yang Qi tutted in dissatisfaction. He could not see the next game because Wei Le's halftime break was over, and their time was almost up.

A burst of noise made Yang Qi look up. Sure enough, the time had come. The door of the locker room had been opened, and everyone was sorting out their equipment.

Demir stomped the ground hard, then patted Yang Qi on the back, "Don't look, it's time to play football! "

"Ah, OK!" Yang Qi reluctantly put down his phone and stuffed it into his schoolbag. He took a last look before turning off the screen. The TV camera had turned to the stadium. It seemed that the players were going back to the stadium.

Well, Wei Le's battle will continue, and Yang Qi's battle will also continue.

Yang Qi walked out of the locker room, and a tall German with blond hair and a regular but not special appearance walked beside him.

"Chinese?"

Arp turned his head and asked Yang Qi. Yang Qi nodded, "German?"

Arp grinned and nodded, "You played very well. It's a pity that you are not European, so we can't meet in the European Youth Championship. "

Yang Qi also felt a little regretful. He knew that the Chinese National Youth Team would not even know that he was playing abroad, let alone selecting him to join the team. Of course, with the level of the Chinese National Youth Team, it would be somewhat difficult to enter the World Youth Championship.

Yang Qi quickly adjusted his mood and gave Alp a thumbs up, "You played well, I hope we can meet again. But I won't let you win easily!"

"See you later." "

Arp and Yang Qi high-fived, walked out of the player tunnel and went in opposite directions. Yang Qi's speed left a deep impression on the young German genius who had already become famous.

There are few players with fast speed, and there are not many players who have high speed, good technical level and good overall view. There are even fewer players in the same age group.

You can get to know each other after the game.

Wei Le stood in the technical area of ​​the game, and for some reason he suddenly remembered something. He was a little confused as to why he thought of his college life in front of the league stadium.

Yang Qi's name suddenly flashed through Wei Le's mind, and Wei Le remembered that Yang Qi seemed to have asked him about playing football abroad in November, but now it was April, and there was still no news. Did he succeed?

Yang Qi is probably 19 years old, but Still very young, Wei Le suddenly had a crazy idea - if they could meet again on the football field in the future, or even if Wei Le directly bought Yang Qi into his team, of course, the premise is that Yang Qi is qualified - what a magical scene it would be!

Being your own player may be a little difficult, but being an opponent is also OK!

Wei Le came back to his senses, the time for random thoughts was over, and the game was about to continue.

After confirming that everything was normal, the referee blew the whistle to start the second half of the game!

And thousands of miles away, Yang Qi stood in front of the kick-off point.

After confirming that the goalkeepers of both sides were ready, the referee blew the whistle to start the second half of the game!

The 16-year-old Haaland and the 19-year-old Yang Qi passed the ball to their teammates in front of them, and then ran quickly towards the opponent's half!